Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers, choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance, choose fixed interest mortgage repayments, choose a starter home, choose your friends, choose leisurewear and matching luggage, choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics, choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning, choose sitting on that couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows stuffing fucking junk food in to your mouth, choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked up brats that you spawned to replace yourself, choose the future, choose life. I chose not to choose life, I chose something else. And the reasons, there are no reasons, who needs reasons when you got heroine.